I really like writing on this thing, so I'm gonna keep it up until someone cuts me off, but I've been home for a week now…
Comin' back was a kick in the head- felt like Mel Gibson in "What Women Want" when I was walking through Chicago's airport because of the English convo's I was pickin' up on. That overwhelming confusion combined with me muttering to myself throughout the airport left me feeling more like Rain Man than ever…
In some ways I feel like I've regressed in my ability to function as a normal human- like it's easier for me to just not eat,rather than me thinking through the process of cooking/providing a meal for myself, since this entire year I've been cooked for, or just ate with my community o' ragamuffin racers. It makes me feel a little bit like that really disturbing movie Benjamin Button, where Brad Pitt's the weird old baby thing, since I've gotten older and grown this year in so many ways, but can't seem to do the fundamentals as naturally I guess…
I'm 23 today to boot- sweet timing that I get back after a rip roarin' year to celebrate my twenty turd…even if I do feel more than homeschooled/socially inept.
Home's been way cool- my body's reacting to the air conditioning, as I've officially become ClAmber all the time. Everyone's been so awesome to me and it's been such a good feeling to come back to people who are excited to see me-people who really care- people who recognize my need for a pedicure and Sonic slushie– what a blessing…I'm humbled and thankful.
Thankful's probably the best word to describe now- getting to just be makes me so thankful-thankful for this year and what it's meant- thankful that I know, without a doubt, I'll be learning from this year of life for the rest of my life- thankful to come back to friends and family-thankful to have made new friends and family this year-thankful for God's provision in so many ways.
This next season of life is such a cool one to be in,even though it's more uncomfortable right now to be in comfort than it would be to be in some seemingly uncomfortable random dump of a country…. I think what I'll be working on now is what I found in Luke 8:39 that says, " Return home and tell how much God has done for you."
So, here goes nuttin' with trying to tell how much God has done for me… trying to figure out what to do with what God has done for me… and the Midwest may not exactly be bustling with the beauty and excitement I've seen around the world (i.e: muffin tops in cut off acid washed jorts) but I'm excited to see what this, post-race life, looks like.
